1,417 Quotes by F. Scott Fitzgerald

I began to bawl because I had everything I wanted and knew I would never be so happy again.

Begin with an individual, and before you know it you have created a type; begin with a type, and you find you have created – nothing.

It was too late – everything was too late. For years now he had dreamed the world away, basing his decisions upon emotions unstable as water.

One hurries through, even though there’s time; the past, the continent, is behind; the future is the glowing mouth in the side of the ship; the dim, turbulent alley is too confusedly the present.

He’s so dumb he doesn’t know he’s alive.

There is a moment – Oh, just before the first kiss, a whispered word – something that makes it worth while.

I love New York on summer afternoons when everyone’s away. There’s something very sensuous about it – overripe, as if all sorts of funny fruits were going to fall into your hands.

At the gray tea hour there were always rooms that throbbed incessantly with this low, sweet fever, while fresh faces drifted here and there like rose petals blown by the sad horns around the floor.

Somewhere inside me there’ll always be the person I am to-night.